This wasn't their first kiss; Qiu Wuji had even initiated it before.
But perhaps it was psychological, Qiu Wuji found this kiss incredibly comfortable.
It was more comfortable than their first kiss, when she was stiff and nervous, and more comfortable than the later one when she couldn't help but kiss him while he was bewildered.
In the warm afternoon, she leaned lazily against his chest. He lowered his head to kiss her tenderly, and she yielded gently. A languid tenderness, a languid intoxication—she didn't need to think, she didn't need to do anything, only feel his affection, only savor her sweetness.
Her mind was blank, a tingling current coursing through her, something stirring deep within her heart.
Both of them felt a desire to go deeper, yet they were somewhat clumsy and unsure how. Chu Ge tried to close the gap, but Qiu Wuji released her teeth.
Then Chu Ge winced slightly, letting out a muffled groan, and the entire atmosphere vanished.
Both opened their eyes, their expressions a mix of embarrassment and amusement. Chu Ge, like a persistent, shameless dog, wanted to go again, but Qiu Wuji lowered his head and pushed him away: "Alright... that's enough, the dishes aren't washed yet."
"What's the big deal about washing the dishes?"
"Get out, get out... that's enough! Mmm..." His lips were sealed again, but this time without the previous tenderness. Chu Ge kissed him deeply and laughed, "I'll wash them."
Qiu Wuji didn't insist, her mind a jumble as she left.
When he kissed her, she always felt so weak, so unlike her usual self. Next time, she should do it like last time...
But Mengmeng seemed to be right too. Was this just teasing him until he was aroused, then not putting out his fire?
Why was this so troublesome?
Qiu Wuji, pouting, hugged her piggy pillow and sat on the sofa watching TV.
The couples in the drama were kissing too, but their kisses weren't pretty at all.
Not as pretty as ours.
A short while later, Chu Ge quickly finished preparing the dishes and came out, sitting directly next to Qiu Wuji.
Qiu Wuji moved away half a foot in disgust.
Chu Ge shamelessly followed, moving half a foot closer.
Qiu Wuji glared at him angrily.
Chu Ge put his arm around her shoulder.
Qiu Wuji pouted and leaned against his shoulder to watch TV.
After a silent charade, Qiu Wuji finally broke the silence lazily: "How many words have you typed?" Chu Ge chuckled, exasperated: "No one in the group chat is as nagging as you."
"Because I always feel like you're neglecting your duties."
"You are my duties."
"Don't give me that." Qiu Wuji said, "That book is more than just a source of income for us; you know it has a more important meaning. Otherwise, why would I keep nagging you every other day..."
"Don't worry." Chu Ge smiled, "I often multitask while writing. Like last night, you thought I was watching a live stream and wasting a lot of time, but actually I was writing the whole time. This morning, all my drafts were finished. After my mom taught me this morning, I was exercising and writing at the same time. By the time you and Mengmeng arrived, Chapter 2 was already done. I even wrote half a chapter while cooking..." The writing novice Qiu Wuji was a little envious: "So efficient... don't you get stuck at all?"
"Stuck? The previous stuck phase is over. Now that things have progressed, I'm efficient. How could I keep getting stuck?"
Qiu Wuji wanted to say, "I do get stuck all the time; it takes me a whole day to write one chapter."
"That was a ready-made story, it's so annoying."
Sure enough, Chu Ge said, "Recently, the group hasn't been criticizing my story for being short, but they've been urging for the 'main story.' When are you releasing your next chapter?"
"Um..." Qiu Wuji's gaze darted around, "Wait a minute, I'll start writing this after I finish watching TV, I'll try my best tonight..."
Chu Ge said, "I've asked the editor, and that will be a bonus chapter for all subscribers."
Qiu Wuji paused, "Isn't that necessary?"
Chu Ge gently pinched her nose, "That's your hard work too."
Qiu Wuji lazily leaned on his shoulder, resting her head on his shoulder without saying a word, feeling sweet inside.
He cares about this, my hard work, right?
The two watched the TV quietly for about ten seconds, finding it utterly uninteresting. Qiu Wuji finally lost interest and lazily spoke again, "You said you learned two spatial abilities, right? One was the invisibility you used in the hallway earlier?"
"Yes," Chu Ge replied somewhat embarrassedly, "I thought this kind of invisibility was relatively advanced, and that you might not be able to detect it now that your mana is depleted, but it still didn't fool you..."
"Perceiving something amiss isn't about mana; it's about divine sense, or rather, spiritual awareness, even experience and warning signs." Qiu Wuji smiled, "Besides, your invisibility was just a beginner's practice; your aura was unstable, the space was shaky, and any experienced cultivator could easily spot an ambush. Advanced is advanced, but..." "There's great potential for the future, but at this beginner stage, it might not even be as useful as just obscuring the light." Chu Ge laughed, "Even though you don't study space, you seem to know more about it than my mother." Qiu Wuji sighed, "Ten thousand years of experience... To be honest, I get goosebumps when I call her 'Auntie'..." Chu Ge couldn't help but chuckle. Qiu Wuji huffed, "What are you laughing at? It's all because you wrote ten thousand years! If you had written for eighteen years, there wouldn't have been so many problems!" "Hey, an eighteen-year-old Yunji Sect Master, one of the strongest in the Nine Provinces, a Tribulation Transcending expert... nobody reads this book." "Why nobody reads it? I read someone else's book, and it became more popular in a few months." "That person is the protagonist." "I'm the female protagonist!" "Okay, okay, it's my fault for writing badly." Chu Ge indulged him. Qiu Wuji, unable to maintain his composure, could only grumble, "Theoretically, your ability isn't spatial, but it seems to encompass spatial transformations, so you can use spatial abilities... However, you don't truly manipulate space like your mother. These are merely indirect connections, like the 'Heaven and Earth Transformation Technique' helping your mental link. I reckon that only when you're proficient in both will you be able to combine them into your true, comprehensive superpower."
Chu Ge hummed in agreement, "I feel increasingly confident now, especially after practicing the second spatial manipulation technique."
"The second one, what is it?"
Chu Ge suddenly smiled, his right hand seemingly appearing out of nowhere, producing a brand new pink pig-shaped pillow with a bow, a perfect match for the one Qiu Wuji was currently holding.
Chu Ge smiled, "I went to ambush you earlier, intending to surprise you with this, but Zhu Mengmeng was there, so I was too embarrassed to bring it out." Qiu Wuji's eyes lit up: "Where did this little pig come from! Uh, no, a mustard seed containing Mount Sumeru? No… this is creating your own personal space?"
Chu Ge exclaimed in admiration, "Indeed amazing, Qiu Qiu."
Qiu Wuji's eyes sparkled: "A personal space? How big? Let me tell you, this room is too small. Since I moved in, I've been adding more and more stuff, and now it feels so cramped. How about you use this space to store miscellaneous items?"
Chu Ge: "???"
Qiu Wuji: "…" Both of them were momentarily speechless.
Is this really the first thought of a sect leader upon seeing a personal space? The air was silent for a long while before Chu Ge coughed and said, "The space is quite small, about the same size as the Book Pavilion. It's okay for storing snacks, but nothing else... Once I'm stronger..."
"So what you mean by 'getting more and more in the works' is that this personal space gives you that sense of 'possession' and 'overlooking' of the worlds within the books?"
"Indeed." Chu Ge's expression turned serious. "This space is just a reference point for my training. Sooner or later, I will make the worlds within the books as powerful as my personal space. At that time, I will be the true... Creator God." Qiu Wuji sat up straight from his shoulder, stared at him for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "You already are."
Chu Ge: "Uh..." Qiu Wuji revealed a charming smile and leaned closer: "Father God, are you planning to put two identical little pigs on the bed to coax me to sleep together?"
Chu Ge's mouth went dry.
"Your tone, your posture, do you want me to answer yes or no? Why do I feel like if I answer yes, you'll change your expression?"
Chu Ge, struck by a sudden inspiration, immediately said, "This is for you. Arrange it however you like, use it however you like..."
"Father God is so considerate of his female believer... What reward do I need?"
Chu Ge couldn't resist this astonishing allure. She felt that this wasn't the time to answer questions, but to rush in and wreak havoc. But it also felt like a trap; rushing in would likely lead to death...
Chu Ge still didn't dare to actually rush in, dodging and weaving, finally getting up in a disheveled state and running away: "I...I'm going to practice my abilities again, then I'll write...You...you should rest..."
Seeing Chu Ge flee back to her room like her life depended on it, Qiu Wuji's allure vanished, replaced by a sweet smile.
She held a small pig in each hand, controlling them to quickly approach each other. With a "plop," the two pigs kissed.
Qiu Wuji's eyes crinkled into crescent moons with laughter.